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Dropping to his knees, Barnes felt for and touched wet, coarse garments, and gasped: "My God! Have you killed him?" "Temporarily," said Sprouse, between his teeth. "Here, unwind the rope I've got around my waist. Take the end here. Got a knife? Cut off a section about three feet long. I'll get the gag in his mouth while you're doing it.
We haven't a moment to waste. I need only say that I have been sent from Paris by persons you know to aid you in delivering the crown jewels into the custody of your country's minister in Paris. Nothing more need be said now. We must act swiftly. Tell me where they are. I will get them." "Who are you?" she whispered tensely. "My name is Theodore Sprouse.
Barnes a whole library if I can keep him awake long enough." "I can heartily recommend the Dickens and Scott " began Miss Tilly, but Sprouse waved her away. "In the first place, Mr. Barnes," said he, salting his eggs, "you have been thinking that I was sent down from Green Fancy to spy on you. Isn't that so?" "I am answering no questions, Mr. Sprouse."
"I was just saying to our friend Jones here, Mr. Barnes, that you look like a more than ordinarily intelligent man and that if I had a chance to buzz with you for a quarter of an hour I could present a proposition " "Sorry, Mr. Sprouse, but it is half-past eleven o'clock, and I am dog- tired. You will have to excuse me."
Whether their frantic dash was leading them toward the Tavern, or whether they were circling back to Green Fancy, he knew not. Panting, he forged onward, his ears alert not only for the sound of pursuit but for the shot that would end the career of the spectacular Sprouse. At last she cried out, quaveringly: "Oh, I I can go no farther! Can't we is it not safe to stop for a moment? My breath is "
"You must not fail, Theodore Sprouse," she whispered. "I must regain the jewels and the state papers. I cannot go without " "I shall do my best," he said simply. Silently he drew a chair to the door, mounted it and, drawing himself up by his hands, poked his head through the open transom. An instant later he was on the floor again. She heard him inserting a key in the lock.
Don't hurry a single one of your movements." He signed it with a large B. It seemed an hour before their eyes distinguished the shadowy head above. As a matter of fact, but a few minutes had passed. During the wait, Sprouse had noiselessly removed his coat, a proceeding that puzzled Barnes. Something light fell to the ground. It was Sprouse who stooped and searched for it in the grass.
"In that case, they could not have known," she said, deeply perplexed. "Sprouse told me that they were secret service men from abroad and that he was working with them. Putnam Jones, I am sure, believes that they were detectives. He also believes the same to be true of Sprouse. My theory is this, and I think it is justified by events.
Whirling, he looked into the face of a man who stood almost at his elbow, the sharp, impassive face of Mr. Sprouse. That fellow is a rat-catcher," said Sprouse. "What are you doing here?" demanded Barnes, staring. He seized the man's arm and inquired eagerly: "Have you got the jewels?" "No; but I will have them before morning," replied Sprouse coolly.
"The grounds are carefully guarded," said Barnes, after they had discussed the project for some time. "Miss Cameron is constantly under the watchful eye of one or more of the crowd." "I know. I passed a couple of them last night," said Sprouse calmly.
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